AN: I'm making a couple more changes. 1. If a Dhampir drinks blood at a young age, that's a part of there life source because they are half vampire/human. When they drink blood, they get an ability.

RPOV

It's been 2 years since I woke up in a hospital, not knowing where the hell I was. I was told by my doctor, that I had amnesia from a strigoi attack. She also told me, that a man saved my life and brought me to the hospital. I wanted to know who that man was, but she didn't know.

Then a couple days later, a man came by and claimed me as his daughter. His name was Abe Mazur, and he was a Moroi. At first, I didn't know what the hell a Moroi was, but after a few days of explaining, I understood. He told me, that I was Moroi, and that he was coming to take me home.

So here I am, 17 years old and a royal Moroi, going to St. Vladimir Academy. I'm different than other Moroi because my skin is pale, but not as pale as others. I don't have an ability. Yet. My father says that mine will take time. Also, the sun doesn't irritate me. I LOVE being in the sun!

Right now, I'm in the back seat of my father's car, with 1 guardian sitting on each side of me. My father was driving me to my new school, or new hell as I like to call it. Moroi like to make fun of me because I was different. But my father tells me it's because I was prettier than them. It's true too. I have long dark brown hair, with chocolate colored eyes, red plump lips, perfect skin, and an hour glass figure.

When the car stopped, I saw a GIANT castle- like building. It's like a gigantic midevil church. I was nervous to get out of the car, but my father made me feel better. "Kiz, you're going to be fine. You are strong enough for this." I had to smile at this. "Thanks baba. But seriously, enough with the cheesy crap." We both laughed at that, and I was out of the car with guardians right behind me.

I walked inside, and the first thing I saw were a bunch of Moroi bitches looking at me. I just looked ahead and walked. I walked until my father said stop. We were in front of a door that said 'Headmistress Kirova'. My father opened the doors and we walked inside to find a women dressed in all red sitting at a huge desk. It remains me of Dumbledore's desk in Harry Potter.

She looks up and smiled at me, and I could tell that it was forced. "Well hello. It's nice to see you Mr. Mazur, Ms. Mazur." I hate to be addressed that way, but I really don't feel like picking a fight right now. "Can you please sighn these forms Mr. Mazur, and I will find her a suitable room."

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AN: okay to make this clear, everyone who worked for Dimitri was ordered to lose their memory, so they could have a better life. So now for some strange reason, they are sent to St. Vladimir Academy.

P.S. I will be rewriting my other VA story 'Forbidden Bond'

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